Who knows where I am right now?
If you follow me on twitter you probably have some idea—I had to fly back just before my husband’s birthday. Then he followed me because we are unhealthy like that. We celebrated his day in another state. It was fun but he had a slight cough although we didn’t think much of it.
Until we had to abruptly return to the city because he got sicker which is bad because he’s got health issues. Yeah, it sucks.
Anyway, spent some time in the hospital. Missed the London stop where apparently wonderful things happened, but I’m not a widow so that’s a preferred scenario, alright?
What I’m trying to say is, writing hasn’t been…happening.
This book tour has honestly messed me up in ways I didn’t expect and October continues to do its thing where it keeps trying to kill Mr. Scribe. He is fine tho—doing better which is great. We might be staying put for a while…which is bad because this place makes me drink.
(lol goddamn, if I ever needed to dunk my head into a barrel of bourbon…)
But if you’re wondering—yes, I’m still going to finish my books and have two more coming (only after I finish at least one).
If you’re still around when I am finally able to return then that’ll be fantastic, but I understand if you can’t stick around.
—cs